"Cream Corn" lyrics

Yup, that's right
I'm running things
I'm running things
Cream corn
That's why they call me that; smooth
I got more measure for your pleasure
Stick with me, baby
I'll let you fart through silk
And let a nigga mess with me
I'll jump on him
All night, three pounds of pure dynamite

Uh, soon as the door lift
I roll another spliff, she click her heels and get down to business
No referee, but I'm so official
Baby, wipe your eyes, no more tears, use these hundreds for tissue
Dress you like you in magazines, the VIP issue
Rollin' up, enjoyin' the scene, then text you "I miss you"
We outta here, this a missile, smoke clouds got me invisible
Don't really fuck with the crowd, I'm individual
Online shoppin' for products, my money digital
So we can talk about it
I'm takin' nugs out the jar 'til I'm unconscious
I'm makin' them all see multiple colors when the watch lift
Learn how to ball, I don't sit with y'all, I'm in the cockpit
Rollin' a joint big as a cigar
Wishin' I'd fall, sorry dawg
You gon' need a new pond to throw your change in
You too small

Soon as we comin' we be packin' 'em wall to wall
Anything happen, if it's action, I call my dogs
She hit the pack and ran it back 'cause she fallin' in love
Real nigga, that's a fact, I'm all the above (Oh)
Real nigga, that's a fact, I'm all the above
Real ones, bad bitches, that's what this is for
(Bad bitches, that's what this is for)
Down to spend it all, we ain't askin' what it cost
We at the after party
I'ma throw this money, make your back bend, shorty

My hotel really don't care about the smell
Say you tryna hit the weed, but you don't inhale
Take it slow, girl, be careful with yourself
Got some wax, Dr. Dab
You gon' need a nap
Startin' to think your phone tapped
Your nigga know everything, location been disclosed
Even watchin' the footage from your Ring
Gettin' all suspicious 'cause you actin' single
My passports work anywhere, what you wanna see?
Smokin' with breakfast on the terrace, you should come with me
Was supposed to kick it for a day, you stay for a week
Your homegirls gettin' nervous, they barely see you
Got you shoppin' for Evisu
Japanese denim, take 'em off, I'm slidin' in you
What's on the room service menu?
Need some more papers, I'ma send you

Soon as we comin' we be packin' 'em wall to wall
Anything happen, if it's action, I call my dogs
She hit the pack and ran it back 'cause she fallin' in love
Real nigga, that's a fact, I'm all the above (Oh)
Real nigga, that's a fact, I'm all the above
Real ones, bad bitches, that's what this is for
(Bad bitches, that's what this is for)
Down to spend it all, we ain't askin' what it cost
We at the after party
I'ma throw this money, make your back bend, shorty